The first rays of morning sunlight spilled across the shimmering lake. The soft pale-yellow light reflected off the ink-black ceiling felt like a dream.
Slowly sitting up, Mirai calmed himself. The fierce battle from last night still lingered in his mind.
After casually washing his face, Mo slowly made his way downstairs at a jog.
Although the battle was over, Muran still had many things to do. They were all urgent and could not be delayed.
As he came downstairs, the first person he saw was Zhao Feier sitting on the sofa.
The two faced each other, both clearly having something to say. Mirai naturally sat down on the sofa opposite her, giving them space to talk.
Today, Zhao Feier wore light makeup, which seemed to cover the dark circles left by a poor night's sleep. Still, Mirai noticed her exhaustion and said with concern, "You look beautiful with light makeup."
Zhao Feier clearly had not expected Mirai to speak so directly. For a moment, she was speechless, unsure how to respond.
"I didn't rest last night," Mirai continued.
Zhao Feier looked at Mirai and gently nodded.
"Whose fault was that?" Mirai rested his hand on the back of the sofa and looked at Zhao Feier. "If the two of you had listened and stayed honestly in the villa, at least you wouldn't have been so scared."
Zhao Feier knew that Mirai had asked yesterday why she had gone to Clearwater Manor. She shook her head and said, "Tang Lanlan was leaving. I tried to stop her at first, but later, I really wanted to know what had happened to you, so I followed her."
"You were worried about your mother!" Mirai's words shattered Zhao Feier's attempt to hide it.
In truth, Mirai had already roughly guessed it. Tang Lanlan